Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Chapter 62 Leaving the Meteorite

"You're not me, how would you know how beneficial immortality would be to me!"

The Queen Mother of the West roared at Qin Henian in a hoarse voice, her spider legs involuntarily tightening as she sensed killing intent emanating from him.

"benefit?"

"So-called benefits are turning you into this monster that's neither human nor spider?"

"Look at yourself now? Eight spider legs sticking out of your ribs, disheveled hair, wrinkled face, and no humanity left in your eyes. Do you really think you're still a human being?"

"In my eyes, you are more like... well... how should I put it? A monster? An anomaly? A mutant? Or what was called a demon back in the day?"

Qin Henian raised a smirk and bluntly exposed this thousand-year-old lie.

"Ho! Ho!"

"Go to hell!"

The Queen Mother of the West cannot bear to be called a monster. She had worked so hard to become this way and to live a long life. As long as she does not leave the meteorite jade, she can maintain her sanity and live forever.

Qin Henian's arrival shattered her illusions. Her connection with King Mu had been severed hundreds of years ago. The last Gu message she received was to be on guard and watch out for Zhao Henian. She never expected that this person would find her so quickly. However, her awakening spell had not yet been able to awaken the immortal person buried here.

Eight spider legs pierced the jade surface, shattering many pieces of jade, and fiercely attacked Qin Henian.

Swish!Swish!

A whooshing sound rang out as grayish-white feathers collided with the spider's legs, making a crackling sound.

"Ah! Come on...it's too late."

Just then, Hei Xiazi noticed Zhang Qilin muttering something like "too late, too late" under his breath. Looking at Zhang Qilin himself, he was now kneeling on the meteorite ground. The Queen Mother of the West had released her control over him, and a different person was now standing before him.

The man was dressed in plain white, with his hair in a bun and a flowing robe. He had clear eyes and smiled as he looked at Zhang Qilin kneeling in front of him. He stroked Zhang Qilin's forehead without any formality.

"Zhang Qilin of this generation? His bloodline concentration is close to zero, he's a promising talent."

The man spoke slowly.

"who are you?"

Although Zhang Qilin was still somewhat delirious, he could still sense the changes in the outside world.

"Zhang Qilin".

Zhang Qilin?

Zhang Qilin was puzzled, his eyes became even more unfocused and confused, and he began to ponder. He could feel that the person standing in front of him had a bloodline connection that was extremely similar to his own.

"I am the thirty-first generation of the Zhang family's Qilin, responsible for guarding this place."

The man introduced himself as Zhang Qilin and told Zhang Qilin about his origins and purpose for being there.

"guard?"

The man sighed, then nodded expressionlessly.

“You are Zhang Qilin of this generation. Although your bloodline has returned to its ancestral form, it is the highest concentration I have ever seen. It is this high bloodline pressure that made me interested in coming to see you.”

"But for you now, it seems like you don't have enough time."

Zhang Qilin, the thirty-first generation, seemed to have only come to take a look at Zhang Qilin. After looking at him, he turned around expressionlessly and looked at the golden Pixiu next to Hei Xiazi. He looked it over for a while and then looked away, turning his gaze to the battlefield between Qin Henian and Xi Wangmu.

"Humans are humans, not gods. I agree with what this young master said."

For thousands of years, the Queen Mother of the West was not allowed to move outside the area of ​​the meteorite. However, several hundred years ago, a master surnamed Wang came and changed the layout of the main hall of the Queen Mother of the West's palace. Originally, this allowed her to move around within the area of ​​the Queen Mother of the West's palace. But then, a Qilin from the Zhang family suddenly appeared to guard the meteorite, so she had to retreat into the meteorite until now.

"What...do you know?!"

The Queen Mother of the West's gaze grew colder and colder, her bestial side was brought to the fore. The spear on her back expanded again, and her eight spider legs became even more resilient, with array patterns attached to them.

Click! Click!

The bones creaked, and the skeletons on the stone platform behind the Queen Mother of the West stood up one by one. Upon closer inspection, one could see long, red, hairy bloodworms wriggling on the skeletons, controlling their movement and attacks.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots rang out. Black Bear held a pistol in his hand, his eyes behind his sunglasses were cold. He looked at the skeleton on the stone platform and fired each shot accurately into the leg bones of the skeleton.

"Sigh, people are just greedy."

Qin Henian shook his head, straightened his long robe, and his pupils flashed red as he scanned the Queen Mother of the West's entire body, finally settling on her head.

That should be it...

It's delicious!!!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Feathers streaked across the ground with the speed and precision of falling meteors, flying precisely towards the eight spears on the back of the Queen Mother of the West.

Ding Ding Ding!

Ding Ding Ding!

The sounds of collisions continued, but the spider legs behind the Queen Mother of the West remained completely unharmed.

Upon seeing this, Qin Henian blinked and his eyelashes closed slightly.

As expected! The white crane feathers had no effect on the demons who had grown up in this world for thousands of years.

With a flick of his fingertips, a dark gray feather appeared in Qin Henian's hand. Like a passing breeze, Qin Henian, who had originally stood in opposition to the Queen Mother of the West, disappeared. When he reappeared, he was holding a reddish-brown, semi-transparent, fist-sized block of brain matter.

"The marrow of the human-spider demon is bitter..."

When Qin Henian saw what he was holding, his mind raced. He then walked over to Zhang Qilin, who was kneeling on the ground, without paying any attention to the guy who claimed to be the thirty-first generation Zhang Qilin.

"You're going to feed him this?"

You may ignore someone, but they will talk to you. When the thirty-first generation Zhang Qilin saw the extremely handsome man in front of him, who seemed to want to give the Queen Mother of the West's brain pill to his junior, he was very puzzled about their relationship.

"Otherwise what? It's not like it's for you, why are you making such a fuss?"

Qin Henian's temper flared up immediately. He had thought that the Queen Mother of the West would taste better than King Mu of Zhou, but it turned out to be... His tone suddenly became a little strange.

On the other side of the platform, after the Queen Mother of the West fell to the ground, rows of skeletons, like kites with broken strings, lost their vitality, collapsing and shattering one by one with a thud.

Seeing this, Hei Xiazi quickly leaped onto the stone platform and followed Qin Henian as he walked towards Zhang Qilin.

"Blind man, I'll give this to Little Qilin. This stuff doesn't taste good. Next time, your grandfather will find you something better!"

Qin Henian disregarded the fact that Zhang Qilin had just had some memories infused into him by the Queen Mother of the West using the energy of the meteorite jade, and directly tore the marrow block in his hand and stuffed it into the other's mouth.

"Cough cough cough...."

"Cough cough cough...."

boom!

Zhang Qilin collapsed to the ground and immediately fainted.

Qin Henian looked at the marrow block in his hand that wasn't fully inserted yet, and his expression suddenly turned awkward. It seemed...it seemed he had inserted it too quickly...

"Blind man, carry the little Qilin on your back and go out first. I'll be there shortly."

Hei Xiazi nodded, and a chill ran down his spine as he looked at what his longtime friend had just experienced.

Good heavens, is his He Nian really raising him and the mute like little wild animals?